Broken wings,
and lost in time,
oh my angel come and cry,
lay her down your drowning crown,
leave this winter,
full of gold,
Let it grow your deadly self,
let it flow this breaking bad,
be the master be your lord,
nevermind it will be yours,
break it up in little pieces,
cut it down in its diseases,
let your falling amber heart,
never be a lonely part.